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I turned back to him and said, "I'm going to untwist this now. Don't
fuck with me-it's not worth it." I gradually released my pistol, making sure
I could fire at any moment. I was behind him, with the weapon now pointing
at his head.
He knew that.
I said, "You know what I've got to do next, don't you?"
There was a slight nod of acceptance.
I picked up an iron support from a pile of discarded shelving and gave
him the good news where his neck met his shoulder. That sent him right down.
For good measure I gave him a few kicks to the head and balls. At the end of
the day, he wasn't going to be more pissed off with me because of this
kicking; he probably already wanted to kill me. But I had to keep him from
raising the alarm. A professional like this would be expecting it anyway; if
the roles were reversed, it would be him doing the honors. It would
certainly fuck him up for about ten minutes, and that was all I needed.
I came out from behind the car, had a quick look around.
Nobody in sight. I ran toward the trailer; there was a large trash can
beside it that I could use as a springboard. I jumped, threw myself upward,
and got my arms onto the roof. I scrambled up. From there it was just a
fifteen-foot drop to freedom.
A sign pointed the way to Maylords Boardwalk. I turned left and ran
along the grass embankment, past the trash cans, and into another parking
area. I went straight toward the boardwalk because it promised cover. I was
looking for a rest room, and with luck there would also be an exit to the
other side of the mall.
The boardwalk seemed to be a minimall with mainly shoe and greeting
card boutiques. I found the block of conveniences by the coffee shop about a
third of the way down the arcade. Looking farther down, I could see there
was another exit to the boardwalk. I went into the men's room.
Two guys had just finished pissing and were now washing their hands. I
went straight into one of the stalls and sat there while I waited to calm
down.
I put the earpiece in my ear and switched the radio on. I didn't get
much at all, it was broken up, but that meant nothing. I was probably in a
dead spot.
I used toilet paper to wipe the blood and mud off my shoes and pants,
and cleaned myself up as much as possible. When I was sure the other two had
gone, I went out to the sinks, pressed the faucet, and washed my hands and
face. I still wasn't getting anything but fuzz on the earpiece.
I headed for the coffee shop, bought a cappuccino, and sat down about
three tables back. From there I could watch both exits to the boardwalk. I
didn't look out of place with the wire in my ear because so many store
detectives and security guards wore them.
They sparked up on the net. They were talking freely as if the radio
were secure, not using codes. There was a jack on the radio for the key
gun-the device that sends the chosen encryption codes to the radio. Once
this has been done to two or more sets, they can talk together securely.
Everybody else would just hear fuzz.
I listened to some of them checking around the back, where the boy had
been dropped, and others in places that I couldn't identify. What I couldn't